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The Lost Star of Beleriand

Inspired by J.R.R. Tolkien's novel: The Silmarillion

During the final years of the First Age, before the fall of Morgoth, there lived a humble elf in the realms of Beleriand. His name was Calenor, an ordinary elf with an extraordinary love for the beauty of the world.

One night, while strolling under the starlit sky, Calenor noticed a star brighter than the rest. He admired its radiant form, shimmering as if communicating with him. He named it, Eärendil, the bright star of the evening.

Celenor found a peculiar peace in the company of Eärendil. He used to gaze at it for hours, letting its soft, gentle light wash over him, listening to the silent whisper of the star. Then, one day, inexplicably, Eärendil disappeared. The sky was as ever enchanting, but for Calenor, it had lost its brightest star.

Distraught, Calenor sought answers. He traveled far and wide across Beleriand, from the enchanted forests of Doriath to the mighty towers of Gondolin, seeking knowledge from lords and loremasters. His search was fruitless until he came across a wise, old elf.

'Manwë,' the ancient being proclaimed, 'has bestowed upon Eärendil a greater purpose. It is now the Silmaril, the mighty jewel that shines atop the heavens, a beacon of hope against the darkness of Morgoth.'

Celenor was shattered yet felt a strange sense of pride. The star he had cherished was now a symbol of hope, illuminating the world with its relentless glow. Celenor returned home, his heart heavy yet filled with newfound respect for the majestic Eärendil.

That evening, he looked up at the sky. In the sea of darkness, a lone star shone brighter than ever, its light a soothing balm to his aching heart. The Silmaril, his Eärendil, was a beacon of hope, not only for him but for all of Middle-earth. The tale of Eärendil and Celenor's love for it became a legend among the elves, a tale of an ordinary elf's extraordinary love for a star that had ascended to a greater purpose. Celenor's tale is a reminder that even in the face of despair, there is always a beacon of hope, a star that never fades away.